“Hello, boys,” said Wallace, “been for a little walk in the woods?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Jack Hyland, “we—”
“I'd rather not hear,” interrupted Wallace. “There's quite a fire over east. I suppose you haven't noticed it.”
Hyland looked gravely eastward.
“Sure 'nough!” said he.
“Better get some grub,” suggested Wallace.
After the men had gone in, he turned to the journalist.
“Hamilton,” he began, “write all you know about the drive, and the break, and the rescue, but as to the burning of the mill—”
The other held out his hand.
“Good,” said Wallace offering his own.